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Like yeah I'm a freak, but I'm a freak who wants to be loved for the small things about her

Random revelation that I just had, the way I desire love is kind of odd, obviously people want different things in life, but something just clicked for me (because of a goddamn ao3 fic mind you). I want someone who will meet me in the middle of knowing the small things about me, and love me for them. I want someone who knows my favorite texture, and my favorite food, I want someone to know how I like my eggs, and have an analysis on my day to day behavior that originated from observational love, I want someone to want to be ingrained into my life just as I am in theirs. Sometimes I worry that I'm weird for wanting someone I feel comfortable enough to do certain things with, as if maybe I only want them for nefarious purposes (hey look, a vocab word), but I know, I truly just want someone to love me romantically for the small things about me, not just what I can provide.

I think people's ideas of romance are so ingrained with sexual desires that it's hard for me to get people to understand that I also want someone who wants me for me, not just for fun.

Every time I bomb a math test I consider suicide

Fanfiction is making me cry at 11 pm on a Sunday, what the fuck

not to be a lesbian but, omg, wtfHUHSDJKh,AHFDDKJHEGAIYLGWRGKJHSDVJKHEFHJKbfehjk

this concludes my TED talk

lowkey missing all my pookies rn 😔 (I saw them today)

“do you know where you’ll be headed in 5 years?” no. but i do know about themes and motifs. and friendship. and putting garlic on everything

AO3 filtering system my beloved

New York City, 1970s